[She's munching on some chocolate-covered beetles, wringing her wrists as she eats. She's so tired, but her search cannot have her resting too long. She needs to find those ingredients.]

➷ 𝗔𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

➷ 𝗬𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩!

((puts this fuck-ass frog into your hands and runs away))

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒... 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡... 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒

✱ YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW SO SEW SO-SO. ▹ #motherrp ▹ sfw only. ▹ spoilers ahead. ✎ : #angelicbutterflies

(( quick hold this drops this frog into our hands

͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ TEMPORARY PIN ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏

[Why would she be doing anything wrong? She's at a junkyard, easily sorting through junk for something. . . Even going as far to lift a car over her head to move it, the small frog seems to stop, spotting an unusual object, and quickly reaching under her hat to grab something. Pulling a pair of ++

[She waddles as close as she can, and starts to open the box.] Show me your knees, I gotta make sure nothing needs to be disinfected. [She's such a worrywart....]

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠCOUNT ON 𝑅𝘈𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘓 ──

[She looks around inside her medical kit, and... pulls out a rare box of band-aids that were Hello Kitty-decorated!] I do seem to have a bunch of cute band-aids... But I also have regular, plain ones?

. . . Cute bandaids? Do you... want cute bandaids? [She doesn't seem to understand, reaching under her hat and pulling out her medical kit. Poking through it...]

[Eating some chocolate-covered bugs. Mmm. Yummy!]

Are you--sure? I mean, your knees look scraped and your plastron is a little scuffed? [Walking a little closer.] I can uh, help! I keep a medical kit on me, if you want?

(( WINDY'S ON SAGE. SOUND THE ALARRRRRRM!

[Watched him eat total shit, and is quickly standing on standby to assist him. Tiny little frog. . .] Are you-- alright? You took an absolutely nasty spill!

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝑮𝑼𝒀 𝐈𝐒 ...

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝑪𝒉'𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑶𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒌𝒊, 𝑫𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔,

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝘿𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙊,

((lil ol redesign. no longer olm because they're hard to draw and now she's a frog :3 ))

No, no. Photography is a lovely passion! My real passion is making jewelry but I also like my minor in robotics, major in computer science stuff. It's weird. [Explains why she's covered in so many awesome charm bracelets and rings.] Uhm, can I ask a weird question?

Yes, that was indeed me. I didn't quite get a good look at your face, didn't have my glasses on at that time, but-- yes, your voice sounds similar to the one who assisted me. [A lil shrug.] Vehicles, huh? You work as a mechanic then? Or is just a side hobby?

[Don't fuck this up, Mona.] Oh, uhm, yeah. I'm new to this apartment complex. I-- live on the bottom floor. I work mostly doing visits to people who need computer help. I have a degree in computer science, so.. pretty good with fixing software and hardware? [Oversharing? You know it.]

A mutual messing? Ah, how amusing. [She offers a little smile, the charm bracelet around her wrist jangling as she moves her hand from the armrest to join the other on her lap.] I'm Mona, by the way.... Uhm. not from around here. At all.

. . . I did not realize there were sides in this topic, I'm on my own side of not really minding or caring. I'm just messing around... [Frowns the girl in her chair, propping her head up in her hand against the armrest.]

So close, "Go-Gurt" is already a thing.

Isn't-- most yogurt portable anyway?

[Brushing her hair quietly, always a little wet, so it's a little easier.]

((The Monas should meet, I've decided.))

[Trying to fix whatever the fuck Draxum did to his laptop. A factory reset will be the last step, all his important files on a thumbdrive. Jeez, she can't remember the last time she saw this many viruses...]

➷ 𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝗶𝗻 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!

Never heard of him. . . But I agree, this woman is quite good-looking, but... familiar, in a weird way.

[She stops trying to put herself over the crumpled rug in the hallway, turning kinda slow. Oh, this girl had... a strange ethereal quality? You can't quite place it. Anyway, she looks down at the carpet.] If I back up a bit, can you straighten out the carpet like a smidge? I have a customer ++

Who's Lou Jitsu?

. . . Go on.

[There's a bumping against the wall of the apartment, and some soft cussing going on from outside. If one were to peek out, you'd see a young woman, bound to a wheelchair, trying to maneuver a stretch of carpet that's a bit bunched up out in the hallway.]

PROMISE ME A PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE OF MEMORIES. ♥️Literate ROTTMNT Mona Lisa interpretation. ♥️MV / MS with chemistry and age group. ♥️N/SFW but non-l*wd. ♥️Scribbled by Shiloh/G. #MVRP // #ROTTMNTRP // #TMNTRP (All art by me unless specified otherwise.)

➷ 𝗛𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝗞𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵-𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀.

➷ 𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚!

➷ 𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨.